Taking care of mother – My mother, much older and more frail than she is in real life, wearing a beautiful cerise nightgown with fancy frilled trim like sea anemones around the large open neckline, thinks she is bleeding from a wound in her side. I check the bandage and try to reassure her that everything is okay. The bandage is white and clean, recently changed. She is shaky, ready to fall. My response is very tender and caring.
Drowning – I am dressed for business, like the “man in the gray flannel suit.” Standing on a boat or a dock, wearing shoes and carrying a briefcase, I somehow find myself moving toward the water in a shallow dive. I try to pull back, but inexorably find I’m hitting the water as if in slow motion. I realize I’m in trouble, really bogged down especially with the shoes and briefcase. I decide I better make significant effort to free myself from these encumbrances and swim as if I’m going to survive.
Kindergartners – I am in charge of a program for children, like a Sunday School or a daycare. I’m watching their activities, not participating, just admiring them interacting with their teachers. A line of little ones, kindergartners I guess, are dressed alike in fancy outfits like Scandinavians. I admire them with a warm feeling of satisfaction.